Circumstances

Day 2

By Gonah Hawking Inaraku

Disclaimer: Survey says. Nope, I still don't own Crowley and Azzy-poo

Crowley was on the phone with Anathema Devise. He didn't know why he had called her, after all, what did a human know about demon and angel matters? But still, here he was, talking to her, telling her his inner most feelings for his friend of millions of millennia. At the moment he was talking about what had happened three-hundred years ago. (Of course, he's excluding the fact that it was three-hundred years ago and what he and Aziraphale actually are.) "And so then this angel of a man walks up to me and says, 'So, Crowley, I has just thinking, would you like to go out on a date?' I had no idea what to say. So I kinda you know… left." as he was saying the words he could feel how stupid he was sounding and how cruel it was to do that to the angel.

Anethema sighed into the receiver, how could men be such idiots at love? "Crow, honey, this is big stuff. You really broke his heart, think about it, you're going crazy now, and all he did was say that you were rude and despicable. At least he didn't leave you hanging, thinking maybe you had a chance and he was just shocked. Give him some time dear; I'm sure he'll come around. After all, you say you two have been friends forever right? It will all work out eventually, love."

Crowley couldn't believe how much better he felt, just being told by this human that everything would be ok, he felt she was right and everything would be ok. "Thanks Ann, you've been a real sweet-heart." Finally feeling relief of the whole deal he let his mind wander. "So, how's the Newt?"

"Oh he's doing well, still working with that damned Shanks as a 'witch hunter'. But, he does have a job lined up as a computer salesman. Oh, and you'll never guess what's happened for us!" She paused for effect. "We're having a baby!"

Crowley smiled into the phone. "That's good, do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"We aren't sure, by doctor means. But I know for a fact that it's a girl." She seemed proud of herself for knowing.

"That's great. Hopefully she'll take from her mothers' side of the gene pool. Listen, I gotta go see a man about a date. I hope you and Newt do well..", he paused, "And, Ann?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You'll keep this between us right? You know, the whole 'I suck' thing?"

"Of course, I'd never tell another man's love life, that'd be just rude."

"Thanks, goodbye."

"Good luck, bye"

As he hung up the phone, Crowley could feel his courage rising, and preyed to... good luck that he could make up with his best friend.

As Aziraphale put the last book on the shelf, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him. This was not anything new, he had been feeling these waves of guilt since the morning before and had been trying to ignore them, to no avail. Each time he was reminded of how he had felt when Crowley had flatly refused him, and then he thought of how out rightly rude he had been to the demon. He really should forgive the boy, after all 'to Err is human, to forgive divine'. The blonde angel sighed. How could it be this hard to find the right answer to a simple problem like this? Slowly, he walked to his chair behind the counter and started reading a novel by some man named Gaiman to try and calm his nerves and sort it all out.

ring

He knew who that was.

ring

The only one who could possibly know his number. (1)

ring

click

'What am I supposed to say?' sigh and a different voice 'I dunno, just tell it who you are and to leave their number.' short pause and the first voice starts again 'That thing? Why would I want to tell it my number and who I am?' short cry of frustration 'It's recording you so people will know they have the right place, you-'

beep

"Azzy?" Short pause "Azzy? Are you home? Listen, I'm gonna swing by your place soon, ok? Ummmm…. Listen I'm sorry, I shouldn't of" sigh "I'll tell you when I get there"

click

The angel sat there for a second longer, hoping to hear the voice again, begging it to tell him more about what he should do next. When it didn't tell him anything more he stood up and walked towards the phone, and pressed the 'replay' button. "Azzy?" And he listened to the voice that he knew he loved to hear.

"What am I going to do?" The angel heaved a sigh that would have brought the stoutest hearted men to tears.

About ten minutes later Crowley was knocking at the door. Aziraphale hadn't moved from his spot by the phone. "Azzy? Hey, you in there angel?"

Slowly, like a dream, the blonde man walked toward the door. "Crowley…" He knew the demon didn't have to nock and be invited in, that he was only being patient for him. But, what did the angel want? Did he actually want the demon back? He pondered this question and came to the conclusion as easily as though someone had told him the answer.

"Come in dear." he said as he waved the door open for his friend. "What can I do for you?" A smile that was whole heartedly felt passed by his features as he first saw his old friend.

The demon was shocked that the angel was even speaking to him, let alone, being cordial and calling him 'dear'. He decided it would be best to be on his guard. "Listen angel, I'm really sorry about what I did three hundred years ago. I shouldn't have been that blunt with you. It's just, I didn't think it would be in your best interests to date me at the time. I mean come o-" He was stopped by a delicate white finger on his lips.

"So you're saying it is in my best interests now?"

He blushed. "No… It's just…" Without warning, the demon bent down to the angel and held his face in his hands. "I can't stop thinking of you now." And he kissed his blessed crush(3).

The angel smiled and said jokingly. "Aren't you supposed to take me out to dinner first?"

For a second Crowley couldn't comprehend what the angel had said let alone what he could possibly mean. When it finally sank in, he grinned like a small school boy getting a dirty mag. "Fine, for dinner we'll have Chinese 'Kreem ofsum yunguy' ok?" And picked up his mate like a groom would carry his bride, and they walked off into the sunset. (4)

(1)Crowley had finally convinced Aziriphale to get an ansaphone, mainly so that if he was mad he still had to listen to Crowley talk.(2)

(2)Yes this led to many, many prank calls.

(3) It was really only a short meeting of lips. maybe not even a meeting just a passing through, 'o, hey, how are you?' kind of thing.

(4) except it wasn't a sunset, it was an ill lit room with a very comfortable bed… no comment….

The End

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